. . . the high roads of the future will be clear, not only for us but for all, not only for our time but for a century to come.
but it's so hard to dance that way when it's cold and there's no music.
I put together an iPhone app called TrimIt and released that in July 2011. About a month later, the private fund of the Hong Kong billionaire Li-Kashing cold emailed me and expressed an interest to invest, but they didn't realize I was 15. They thought it was a U. K. company with a team.
The fields are snowbound no longer; There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green. The snow has been caught up into the sky- So many white clouds-and the blue of the sky is cold. Now the sun walks in the forest, He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers; They shiver, and wake from slumber. Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls. Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears. . . . A wind dances over the fields. Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter, Yet the little blue lakes tremble And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.
Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!
The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.
As millions of women have done before me, I pulled domesticity over my head like a blanket and found I was still cold.
We desperately need in this country a discussion of American policy toward Russia. We can't keep saying an untruth, that this new Cold War is solely the fault of Putin. We need to rethink our policy toward Russia.
One of the greatest and also the commonest of faults is for men to believe that, because they never hear their shortcomings spoken of, or read about them in cold print, others can have no knowledge of them.
When Mrs. Jinnah feels cold, she will say so, and ask for a wrap herself.
They can have my beer when they pry it out of my cold, dead hand.
If a cat sits on a hot stove once, it will never sit on a cold one either.
Executive producers don't have to do anything. Nor do any kind of producers. They just sit around on deck chairs watching stuff, and if it gets cold, they leave. Actually I suppose as a producer you've got to be involved in helping out with solving problems.
Dear A & M, I talked to the manager of the Beauty Bar because I definitely saw you guys getting married against a hot pink backdrop, but he doesn't think we can fit more than fifty people inside and I'm thinking three hundred. How would you feel about getting married in the park? It might get cold, but you could ride a horse-drawn carriage to the ceremony. How do you feel about matching wedding crowns? -Isabelle
Remember, a good marriage is like a campfire. Both grow cold if left unattended.
Love without truth devolves into sentimentality. Truth without love becomes cold and calculated.
The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.
In a very cold night, even houses want to have houses of their own to enter inside them and feel warm!
You're an idiot," she whispered tearfully. Finally, he opened his eyes and stared up at her; by then, she had moved on to stroking his hair and crying. She sat beside him on the edge of the bed, trying very hard not to bump him or let her cold tears fall on his bare chest and arms. For a moment he blinked at her. Then he asked, "Are you dead too?
I went and got a tire tool out of my truck, and straightened him out as cold as a block of ice. It was an attitude adjustment, and it'll work every time.